oh baby, that was quite a punch; could somebody check my pulse?

(Just to keep this going so Magnus isn't in limbo...)

Io's eyes narrowed slightly at Deathbelle as she pleaded to have Magnus taken to Ashen instead of the Armada. What was she up to? "Fine, fine," the small healer agreed to her friends request. "We'll still need to cart to get him there. With his injuries, it wouldn't be good to just sling him over your shoulder." Just then, Enki rushed to her side. Leaning in, he whispered in his mistresses ear. Io patted his paw and the cat ran off the way he'd come. "Ila and the cart area already on their way. Enki is leading her here."

As they waited, Iolaire continued to work on the wounds that riddled Magnus. Though her supplies were limited, she did a damn good job, she felt. Taking the opportunity while he was asleep, the woman had quickly sewn up the deep gash in his cheek. She pulled together and sewed one of the smaller gashes in his chest, but the larger of them would have to wait until she was back at Deathbelle's palace and could stitch him up properly.

A slightly honking bleat let Io know that her little caribou friend was here with the small cart. Io cast her gaze to the wolves around her. "I'm going to need all of you to help me get him into the cart. We have to move slowly and keep him as level as we can." She didn't want his broken ribs to snap further and puncture anything. Taking a wide deerskin from the cart, Io gently began to work it beneath the body of the unconscious man, careful to roll his body slowly, eyes and ears on high alert for any sounds of pain.